A free bird leaps
On the back of the wind
And floats downstream
Till the current ends
And dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
And dares to claim the sky.But a bird that stalks
Down its narrow cage
Can seldom see through
His bars of rage
His wings are clipped
And his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
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POEMS: by ciel michealis and sebastian phantomhive
PoetryPoems about flying high like a bird